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If happiness is from Heaven, and sadness from Hell,
I’m in-between worlds.
I’ve learned more from Hell,
then Heaven could ever tell.
Sadness etched on lips, and fingertips.
Creating it, that false sense,
of whatever Love is.
You’re always a victim, but never the culprit.
Funny to me, of "we,"
you found us first and kept it, Dear.
The voorpret we felt, as each drew near,
has now turned into fear.
Perhaps a love between you and I,
should have remained as mamihlapinatapai.
That, after all,
would have been, a happy end.

**-N.C.
Voorpret (n.) (as it is spelled) - pre-fun, the sense of enjoyment felt before a party or event takes place.
Language: Dutch.
Mamihlapinatapai (n.) (Mam-ee-la-pin-nata-pie) - the wordless look between two people who both desire something, yet are equally reluctant to initiate.
Language: Yaghan.
God is with me
In my depression
In my heartbreak
In my confession
In my lacking faith

God is with me
In my suicidal thoughts
In my strife
In my sinful spots
In my life

God is with me
In my pain
In my exhaustion
In my shame
In my frustration

God is with me
In my deepest desires
In my sadness
In my black and cold wires
In my numbness

God is with me
When she is around
And when she is not
When my pain abounds
And When I am distraught

God is with me
In my heart
In my mind
In my soul
In my life

God is in me always
When I breath in
And when I breath out
[composed on March 26, 2014]
.       **You're A Gift From God              
                  At His Moment
                           Of Joy
I do love you very much
For those who say “I’m not black” you’re right.
For calling myself black limits me.
It limits my destiny to that of a slave;
To a fate of being judged by my skin,
Trapped by every ***** stereotype

To call myself black is to deny the rest of me.
It denies the Cherokee that flows through my veins.
It denies the Irish proud and strong.
It denies the other nations that have made me.
It denies my ancestry.

So for those who say I am not black you’re right.
For what is black?
Is it the descendants of slaves?
Tired and broken. Or is it those of African descent
Or is it more modern
Is it the mother who raises children alone?
Is it the father who is never home?
Is it the children who know not where they belong?
Is it those who grow up in the projects losing hope?

If this is what black is I reject it!
I am more than black.
I am more than the slave in chain.
I am more than the Cherokee proud and free.
I am more than Irish strong and brave.
For to accept any of these is to limit me to its destiny.

I am a human made by God
Made in his image and likeness.
African, Irish and Cherokee it is what helped make me,
But they do not bind me to their destinies.
So those who say I am not black you are right;
I am more than black. I am a child of the king.
And he has written my true destiny.
One of my oldest poems that I feel still rings true
 Mar 2015 Cassandra Romero
NV
and i guess i'm just asking,
if all the things you said to yourself, appeared on your body,
would you still be beautiful?
Everyone is odium to empty space
Because,
It doesn't have anything to convoy!

Everyone is disgust about empty space
Because,
It doesn't have anything to perturb!

Everyone have repulsion to empty space
Because,
Everyone is dithering to talk with self!

But I am searching for that,
But
Incapable to mark out
The empty space  
To talk with self!
Searching for empty space  
For  
Departing from everything

Searching for empty space  
To
Verify my sin and accomplishment!

If you have any information
Please intimate me
With its boundary information and
Milestone of air, water, soil and life!
Nothingness always void,
There is something in vacuum!*

What we called as emptiness
Also having something
Full with energy and matter!

Nothingness always void,
There is something in vacuum!


If it gets the model set it will accelerate
Bloom and illuminate!
Nothingness always void,
There is something in vacuum!

In fact by mining the vacuum’s richness
A theory of everything may emerge!

Nothingness always void,
There is something in vacuum!


Space around everything is virtual
When everyone convulse for existence
Invisible firework display
It is dark energy
Take over the dynamics of creation
and we are dreaming!

Nothingness always void,
There is something in vacuity!


Explore your verve in emptiness
Gain oomph to illuminate everything!
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